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Jan 2016 · 446
Romancing the lost
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2016
There are instances where
I will stop loving you.
If you hurt me
and I don't leave,
then I am blind.
Love may be blind,
but it is not unconditional.
Jan 2016 · 849
Do Not Touch the Sun
Liz And Lilacs Jan 2016
If we could hold the sun
within the palms of our hands,
would we at last feel warm?
Would the ice that formed
within my aorta melt?
Or maybe
it would all evaporate
and we would die,
feeling warm for once in our lives.
I've been having issues with my writing
Dec 2015 · 450
Good Morning
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
soft light through curtains
yellow crumpled duvet
rain pattering on the roof
stretch and breathe
forget the dreams
smell of coffee and toast
Good Morning
I've not been feeling very poetic lately.
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
The way I see it
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
I keep looking for someone
who sees the world how I do.
Swirling metaphors
and striking colors,
Sunsets and beauty
and tragedy....

But perhaps I need
a facts and figures
Logical kind of person,
To pull my head out of the clouds.
Dec 2015 · 787
The Laws of Attraction
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
What is it that makes someone attractive?
How do you define beauty?
Is it cheekbones flushed with pleasure?
Collarbones bruised with passion?
The way the slender fingers dance across piano keys?
Sleepy voices cracking softly?
The curve of hips against silk?
Five o'clock stubble against smooth skin?
Muscles tensing and spines arching?
What is attraction?
I've never understood the concept
Dec 2015 · 595
Some things I fear
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
Snakes
Being alone forever
The dining room table
The mysterious food in my fridge
Inadequacy
Nail salons
Being forgotten
Alleys in the dead of night
Dec 2015 · 1.1k
inadequate
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
Why does it always seem
like my best
is
not
good
enough?
Liz And Lilacs Dec 2015
I dreamt I married someone beautiful
and when I woke up,
I was still alone.
I'm afraid of that.
Nov 2015 · 595
Think like a box
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
There are no boundaries
      in this world
Only the walls that we create.
      Socially acceptable questions
with socially predictable answers,
    * Stay in the box
             color in the lines
                  
follow directions *
There are no boundaries
        in this world
Too often are we taught what to think instead of how to think. We should teach how to think creatively and analytically, but instead we are taught to pick a premade side and stay.
Nov 2015 · 556
Ego
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
Ego
You think you're so righteous.
But God knows she's not a doctor.
Do doctors know they aren't god?
I can't finish anything these days
Nov 2015 · 611
Heartless
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
They say the eyes are
windows to the soul..
So why are yours so empty?
Nov 2015 · 420
Life in death
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
She was the kind of girl
who breathed life in her kiss
and lit a fire in my spine.
She gambled with death
and won my life.
I'm a bit afraid of her,
But now I can never die
for her grip on my soul is too tight.
Nov 2015 · 1.4k
Poets are like chefs
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
I should say Bon appetite
when I hand you my poems
because I know how you
devour the words.
Perhaps I should be honored,
But I'm a little afraid that
You'll know me too well.

My writing is not
pudding cups,
spring picnic in the park.
It should hurt
Like burning your tongue
and getting a brain freeze.
Does it cause you pain?
Can you actually feel what I do?

A poet should keep some to herself
because life is hard to swallow.
I can't forgive you for
reading my choking poems
where there's nothing but air
To take my breath away.

I should be honored,
but I am afraid that
You'll know me too well
Nov 2015 · 390
i guess i am sad today
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
Do you have sympathy for the devil?
because I would not mind being
your second, third, fifth, last choice,
because it would mean, no matter how little,
I would still be wanted.
Nov 2015 · 934
Well...
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
I joined the church choir
but I don't think I believe in God.
I guess the preacher should be
Preaching to the choir.
But the preacher's my dad
and I'm a disappointment.
So I joined the church choir,
because I like to sing,
And it's not so hard to pretend
not to be a failure in your parents eyes.
Nov 2015 · 499
I keep having nightmares
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
I dreamt that you left,
And I cried tears of blood.
They say dreams have meaning,
and I don't know what that means,
but I think you're killing me
Nov 2015 · 747
My friend
Liz And Lilacs Nov 2015
I'm drowning in the stiff upper lip silence of the room draped in black.
Mourning, they say. Mourning for loss. Sorry, they say. Sorry this happened.
She was young, so vibrant. There was light and life and joy in her eyes. There was so much for her, they say.
But I saw the way life embraced her and left her skin greying and her breath ragged. She wasn't okay and there wasn't anything vibrant about her and when I begged her to talk to me, or not to me, but to someone, to get help, to please keep breathing, she refused me.
Why was I the only one who saw her fall to pieces?
Why didn't they help her?
why is she gone?
I don't understand.
Oct 2015 · 366
Child; (six words)
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
I hope you grow up innocent.
Oct 2015 · 481
Haunted house
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
I never felt safe in my own house.
Could never climb the stairs without
nervous glancing, gazelle fleeing.
Could never turn off the lights
without another light beckoning in the distance
to guide me to safety like a white moth to flame.
His voice still echoes in the dining room,
I never fixed the holes he punched in the walls.
I don't know how to fix the ruins he's made,
To undo the damages he's done,
So for me,
This home will forever be haunted.
Oct 2015 · 599
How to waste away
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Watch your body fall to pieces.
It will not be the first to give up on you,
but it won't be the last, either.

When your nose bleeds,
resist the urge to scream.
It is only because all you've eaten
in the past three days was a grape.
Calcium deficiency.

Your skin will turn yellow
and your nails will be brittle.
It's not beautiful.
You will not look like the plastic
photo lies on the magazine covers.

Your body is consuming itself.
Maybe it sounds like poetry,
but it tastes like fear.
The fear of gaining weight,
the fear of not being perfect.

Your heart will weaken,
your kidneys could fail,

If you die of anorexia nervosa,
it will not be beautiful.
It will not be poetic.
It is grotesque and painful.
The doctors will shove tubes down your throat
just to keep you alive,
while your mind screams,
we can't have those calories

How do you waste away?
It's easy to do.
Hate every piece of yourself
until it's so small you can't feel it.
Oct 2015 · 693
Songbird Sentinel
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Somewhere along the way,
I decided it was better to feel nothing at all.
Better not to hurt, not feel, not to suffer.
The canary in my birdcage heart has stopped singing
and we all know it's dead,
It's time to leave before we all perish
in the wasteland of myself.
Little snippets from what i'm writing for my poetry slam will be appearing from now on, I guess
Oct 2015 · 379
Lightening
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
You make me feel
like I've been
struck by lightening.
Heart stop
Electrify
I can feel my veins burning.
Coursing through my bones
I can't tell if it hurts or tingles.
Oct 2015 · 309
Take care of the world
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
The truth is
God is five years old.
She was born in 2010.
She's never known a world
without computers,
without constant war,
without the fear of terrorists,
without news everyday of another shooting.
Today, she looked at me
and asked why her world
is falling to pieces in our hands.
I couldn't answer her.
Oct 2015 · 399
An Advert
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Sell your soul and change your life
You won't miss it all that  much.
You won't be here in the morning.
Just think of it-
riches, love, knowledge, power.
Anything you could ever want.
You'll barely notice it's gone and
I know, I know you'll be content.
Oct 2015 · 494
Answers in a digital world
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Play

I am not the answer
I don't know the answers
Google it
I am not the reason the wax melts.
After years of staring at the flame,
entrancing, dancing, blue and yellow flame,
I've decided to touch it.
Ninety-nine cents per lighter
They told me not to touch it
but I like to do things I'm not supposed to.
Like kissing girls and eating icing off of the cupcakes.
Touching the flame is just another rule to break.
See wikipedia for a list of breakable rules.

I bought this candle for you
Only he knew I can't sleep without
the window cracked a  bit.
Researchers say that's bad for your health.

The flame flickers
But I didn't have the answers,
and I couldn't find them.
He wanted instantaneous,
but I'm still a bit old fashioned
in this digital age.
Everything changes so fast.
Get the latest updates on your device!

A breath, a whoosh, the flame is gone.
I knew things were different when
we reached out to touch *(the screen)
but

*
Pause
This is meant to be spoken, I'm experimenting with a different style of writing in preparation for a poetry slam contest. Any critiques would be welcomed and greatly appreciated.
Oct 2015 · 1.4k
Pronouns
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
I have a tendency to change the pronouns
in the poems I write.
I love him.
It used to be her.
He makes me weak.
She makes my heart flutter
a staccato panic against my ribs.
It's time I told the truth in my writing.
Oct 2015 · 334
A secret
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
She was my warm cup of tea
at midnight after a nightmare.
She was my fresh from the dryer blanket.
She was my favorite book,
a new glasses cleaning cloth.
She was sugar for my coffee.
She was beautiful,
But I could never say
I loved her.
Oct 2015 · 330
'Tis a pity
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
"Can a heart still break once
it's stopped beating?"
Will your breath turn to butterflies
and fly far away from here?
When will things stop feeling so empty
without your presence to fill the silence?
I miss you
I don't know what to do.
They keep saying it's a pity that you died so young.
But that doesn't do the loss of you justice.
Oct 2015 · 461
Bliss
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
You say it is heaven
when I let you touch me,
So I ignore the way your
whispers sound like demons.
I'd let you drag me to hell,
If only to be called an angel.
They say it's my fault.
That I should have seen the red flags, the warning signs.  Maybe I did... But I also saw day break in the darkness.
Oct 2015 · 422
Soul less
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
Are you an empty soul,
or just empty inside?
Oct 2015 · 309
Close enough
Liz And Lilacs Oct 2015
My friends often say it was close enough
But close enough is just like almost
and close enough...
wasn't enough
Sep 2015 · 609
He never meant it
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
When a boy tells you
he loves you,
Nothing tells you it's a lie.
No alarms go off,
No one warns you.
No one tells you
that all he will do
is hurt you and demand
you say
you love him too.
And it's too late to go back.
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
Gifted, talented, prodigy
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
Tis a curse to be gifted
by the muses.
Why is it that artists go mad,
and poets are broken,
writers get drunk,
and musicians find themselves
smoking in the back alleys?
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I read somewhere
that we dream in
              Black
          and
white
       So,
           why is it
that my dreams are vivid,
                         and life is dreary,
          only colored with
                              crimson blood stains?
Sep 2015 · 439
Midas
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
Everything I touch
turns to gold.
I can't be the one to hold you
or wipe away your tears.
I long for contact,
To feel the warmth of another.
I want you,
I long for you:
But everything I touch
turns so cold,
And I don't want to be the one
to freeze you.
Sep 2015 · 509
3 AM, September 14th
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
We parted ways,
never to see each other,
not to speak again.
It was a healthier way,
happier, less painful.

So tell me why I miss you,
tell me why it still hurts
when I think of you.
My mind wanders at night,
and it hurts the most at 3 AM

It was for the best, wasn't it?
Sep 2015 · 593
Death
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
"Because I could not stop for death-
He kindly stopped for me."
It was horrific,
A kind of backwards birth;
A gulp for air,
A pitiful sob,
The intimate undoing.
Death may have stopped for me,
But it wasn't me he took.
Quoted from The Poisonwood Bible by Babata Kingsolver
Sep 2015 · 393
We are liars
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
You sleep all day
and wonder why
you can't sleep at night.
Close your eyes,
open them,
Say we're in love,
cheat when she's not looking.
Say we're happy,
cry when we're alone.
We are all lying.
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
I'm just me
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I daren't call myself a poet,
and I daren't call the words
I haplessly string together
*poetry.
Sep 2015 · 445
Friends
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
He asked me about my scars...
And I could't answer,
filling the silence with
that disgust and fear welling up in my chest.
This would be the end of us.
That's how it always is.
You can fill cracks with gold,
you can paint over the streaks,
but it's not the same
and no one wants a broken girl.
Not even as friends like us.
but he just looked at me and said
You should know that you're perfect
and don't need any of that.

*...And you're feisty.
I've never known someone who can make me cry and laugh and feel so special like him.
Sep 2015 · 464
I burn
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I only create
so that I can destroy
and the love I so crave
burns when I hold it,
like the still smoldering ashes of my poetry
when I scooped them from the fire.
My hands are red
and it hurts to touch,
to be touched,
and maybe that's why
no on can love me
...because I burn them all
Sep 2015 · 373
Love em and leave em
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
He held out his hand to me,
but when I reached for his support,
he let me fall.
He looked at me
eyes so cold,
his voice sharp, wounding
"I'm not here to help you."
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
He was always my almost.
Always almost there,
always almost mine.
I loved him, always-
and he loved me, almost.

*I was almost her always.
Almost always there,
almost always hers.
I loved her, almost-
and she loved me, always.
Sep 2015 · 825
Fire breather
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
If I could breath fire,
I'd inhale,
And never let it go,
Just to feel alive again,
Just to feel like I was burning
with passion like I used to.
Sep 2015 · 350
What is red?
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
She was screaming again
but this time,
she wasn't going to stop.
It was red, she was red, agony.
Red tastes like blood on lips.
The roses have thorns
and I ooze red.
His voice is red,
sharp,
unforgiving.
Red is the crunch of autumn leaves
and fleeting memories,
but also the sound of anger,
and the metallic scent of spilled blood.
Her lips on my cheek,
a cherry stem on my tongue,
a papercut.
That is red.
Colors are hard
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I can see the shadows.
No, not your shadow,
The shadows.
The ones that crawl up your spine,
leaving little bruises along your back.
The ones that wrap themselves around your mind
and whisper horrible things in your head.
Their tendrils reach out,
looking desperately for others,
wrap their inky, dangerous selves around your friends,
because when they consume you,
they'll need a new host.
you scare me
Sep 2015 · 607
Perspective matters
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
I was a tragedy
But you thought
I was a comedy
Read it backwards or forwards. It doesn't matter.
Sep 2015 · 300
<3
Liz And Lilacs Sep 2015
<3
I hope you don't mind
that I love you.
Aug 2015 · 609
Life
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2015
Your tears taste like vinegar;
bitter, angry, unforgiving.
Stare into the fire,
the dancing flame,
the warmth on chilled skin.
Reach out for it,
but never touch.
How did I become such a monster?
I didn't meet her until
the day she died.
I never understood:
This was living;
damaged, empty, alone,
but this was living.
No one goes undamaged
Aug 2015 · 446
The sum of your features
Liz And Lilacs Aug 2015
A man once told me
that hands say more than lips
and eyes cannot lie.

So I knew,
when your hand struck my face,
and your gaze hardened;
the apologies on your lips
meant nothing.
in progress, but whatever
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